Before A Man's Forty, Girls Cost Nothing.

People Do Connect Me With James Bond Simply Because I Happen To Like Scrambled Eggs And Short-sleeved Shirts And Some Of The Things That James Bond Does, But I Certainly Haven't Got His Guts Nor His Very Lively Appetites.

It Was The Same With The Whole Russian Machine. Fear Was The Impulse. For Them It Was Always Safer To Advance Than Retreat. Advance Against The Enemy And The Bullet Might Miss You. Retreat, Evade, Betray And The Bullet Would Never Miss.

I Would Stay Away From Him And Leave Him To Go His Own Road Where There Would Be Other Women, Countless Other Women, Who Would Probably Give Him As Much Physical Pleasure As He Had Had With Me. I Wouldn’t Care, Or At Least I Told Myself That I Wouldn’t Care, Because None Of Them Would Ever Own Him—own Any Larger Piece Of Him Than I Now Did.

It Reads Better Than It Lives

It’s Just That I’d Rather Die Of Drink Than Of Thirst.